Текст It Was A Very Good Year Robbie Williams

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the
Light on the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls who
Lived up the stairs
With perfume hair
That came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life
As vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year